My Sister is a Big Star

Cutshui Town was still a town more than ten years ago, but because it is located on the coast and leaning against the port, it was designated as an economic development zone by the government and gradually turned into a city. The locals still like to call the city by the town.

The origin of the name of Huoshui City is very interesting. There are three big rivers converging here and flowing to the sea.

It is located in the eastern part of Zhejiang Province and has a subtropical monsoon climate. Typhoons are no strangers to this city, but compared to the troubled Lanxi next door, it is not bad.

Lanxi is a city that suffers from floods almost every year. The people of Lanxi love and hate Lanjiang. It forcibly destroyed the once-rich city, and it is said that hundreds of millions are lost every year.

This year, Lanxi still failed to escape the ravages of floods, but the people of Lanxi did not panic at all. While supporting the boat to go to school and work, they posted in their circle of friends that this year’s floods were still so spectacular, please like them.

On the contrary, the flood in Hueshui City was far better than any one in history. It can be called once in a hundred years.

Right now, 70% of the area of ​​Huoshui City is flooded, hundreds of thousands of people are affected, roads are paralyzed, water and electricity are cut off, there is no communication signal, and there is not enough food. Schools, units, and factories have all stopped operating. Even if there is no more rain, the flood will take 2 to 3 days to recede.

Qin Ze and Wang Zijin held umbrellas, stood at the bow of the boat, and drove on the main road of the city. There are several large trucks behind, transporting some supplies and food.

The raindrops fell on the turbid water, causing ripples in circles.

The main road has undergone drainage measures, the water flow is not turbulent, and the water depth just reaches the eggs.

The government has invested a lot of manpower and material resources in disaster relief. In addition to soldiers, there are also some social volunteers, charities and so on. On the streets at this time, many disaster relief workers could be seen wading through deep water, pushing a washbasin, and delivering supplies from door to door.

Some citizens were evacuated to the suburbs to settle down, and some were trapped at home, relying on food storage and food distribution for support.

"Leader, is there a way to drain the water on the street?" Wang Zijin asked a district leader beside him.

The district leader who received them this time was surnamed Wu, a middle-aged man with parted hair, his trousers were covered with mud, and said helplessly: "We have tried to divert as much traffic as possible, this road is not bad, in some places the road has become a river. None of them can be blocked. This rainfall is once in a hundred years. The three rivers flooded at the same time. The water failed to flow into the sea in time. "

It seems that he is very familiar with this set of rhetoric, and he said it sneakily.

This time they want to send the supplies to two distribution points, one in the suburbs and one in the township.

The total value of this batch of supplies is about 200,000 yuan, including mineral water, compressed biscuits, instant noodles, canned food, ham sausage and other instant food.

Two batches of supplies will arrive one after another tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

"How about the casualties?" Qin Ze asked.

The district leader surnamed Wu said: "The government responded in a timely manner and launched rescue operations as soon as possible. There are no casualties."

It's funny.

You just said that there is no human power to contend with.

In fact, if the real situation is true, Qin Ze can use Wang Zijin's relationship to investigate, but that is meaningless.

He took out his mobile phone and logged into the flood post bar in Huoshui City.

After several days of emergency maintenance and rescue, the network has been restored, but the power supply has not been restored, and the flooded areas cannot be powered.

Once the flooded area is powered, people will float up one by one like fish.

Therefore, candles have become lighting items for many citizens, and of course, they cannot access the Internet. The smart phone will automatically shut down if it is not charged for a day.

Only citizens near the material distribution point can access the Internet because there is electricity there.

Qin Ze glanced at the post bar. Most of the netizens who eat melons from other places are asking about the current situation of Geshui City. The replies are very uniform, saying that there is no major problem.

The citizens who were really caught in the flood could not access the Internet at all at the moment.

There are also a few posts made by citizens with little influence:

"Sleeping in a tent every day, there are so many mosquitoes that I die, I really want to eat chicken, when will it return to normal.

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Eat chicken, eat chicken, eat chicken even when the house is flooded.

"The inner jokes are blocked, it's so boring, I really want to watch the jokes, so I can only download Douyin and Kuaishou."

It's so well sealed.

"Mmp, my pig was washed away by the water, and the loss was heavy. If you find the carcass, please return it to us. My dad said that it can be made into bacon and sold again."

No bacon this year.

Qin Ze was a little relieved, at least it wasn't a miserable situation.

Just about to exit the post bar, I refreshed it, and a new post appeared: "Rescue is not in time, people are gone"

Click on the post, it is a small video, after more than ten seconds of buffering, the video can finally be played.

A half-destroyed private house stood in the flood. Judging from the environment, it should be in the countryside. In the corridor on the second floor of the dangerous building, there was a man. He paced anxiously in the corridor, like a cornered mouse. Down below, the flood was surging, and the mud covered the rocks.

"Boom~"

The house collapsed, and in an instant, people disappeared into the ruins.

The photographer took this video at a home not far away.

Qin Ze turned his head, looked at the district leader, and typed in the comments: "This is a foreign video, the host carefully checks the water meter, spreading rumors is against the law."

The comment failed and the post was deleted.

Half an hour later, the car drove out of the disaster area, passed through the urban area, and arrived at a nearby material distribution point.

Wang Zijin and Qin Ze held up umbrellas and watched volunteers and staff carrying supplies.

It happened to be meal time, and the two of them ate fast food at the distribution point. This was a leadership-level treatment. Normally, no one would take a fast food seriously, but at this time, it was not easy to eat a fast food.

Wang Zijin noticed that outside the distribution point, many soldiers were covered in mud, eating canned military rations and compressed biscuits, and some fell to the ground and fell asleep after eating.

"It's hard work being a soldier," she said.

"They are all people's soldiers." Qin Ze said.

"Have you ever been a soldier?"

"No."

"I regret being a soldier for two years, but I regret not being a soldier for a lifetime." Wang Zijin squinted.

"What kind of soldier should I be? I'm the seed for studying in the University of Finance and Economics. Wouldn't it be a waste to be a soldier?" Qin Ze looked disdainful.

In fact, there is an embarrassing fact in it that he is embarrassed to say, although his parents don't want him to be a soldier, but the government doesn't look down on him at all. To be precise, he is not qualified to be a soldier.

It seems that when a man becomes an adult, he will have a medical examination for enlistment or something, but Qin Zean lived to be twenty-four, and no one informed him at all.

That's embarrassing.

I am willing to shed my blood for the country, but the country thinks that I am too light and bloody.

If he had had the opportunity to take a medical examination to join the army, he would not be in the entertainment circle, but a super soldier king in the city.

On the left hand is a university belle, on the right hand is a beautiful president, and there is a queen superstar on her crotch.

Fuck during the day, bang bang bang at night.

It's not right, he's going to be a soldier, so he won't have the chance to live with his sister, and the low-level force system won't be able to choose him, maybe his sister will be chosen.

He can eat his sister's soft food at home, live in a mansion, play games, and reward the female anchor with a lot of tickets.

Wherever I go, people will hold it and say: My sister is Qin Baobao.

Immediately someone stepped forward to applaud the horse and shouted 666.

Thinking about it this way, it was unexpectedly exciting.

"My Brother Is Salted Fish"

"The next distribution point is in the township. Let's go there first?" Wang Zijin said, "The situation over there is much better. You can walk to most places, and rain boots are enough."

"Miss Zijin, is this trying to be sympathetic to the people?"

Wang Zijin rolled his eyes at him.

In fact, she felt that walking with Qin Ze in the disaster area was very poetic, although this approach was a bit immoral, just like drinking tea with friends on the battlefield and holding a seminar, with bones piled under your feet.

But the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys between people are not interchangeable. Wang Zijin felt that she had done her own job in delivering supplies to the victims, and she wanted to have a romance with Qin Ze next.

"Okay." Qin Ze agreed.

They said a few words to the captain of the material transport team, said goodbye to the district leaders, and headed to the next distribution point first.

Taking a boat across the deep water area, I saw all kinds of people along the way, including citizens trekking in the water, boatmen holding boats for ferry business, soldiers fighting disasters, and volunteers transporting supplies in the water.

Bitter wind and rain.

The two material collection and distribution points were more than ten kilometers apart. Wang Zijin and Qin Ze walked on foot, and the road was muddy, but the situation was indeed much better. There was no waist-to-knee water area.

Until they were blocked by a turbid brook.

This is a suburban area. If the river does not flood, it should be a clear and small river. But at this time, the water level has spread to the bank, submerging the flat bridge across the river.

A pickup truck slowly passed the flat bridge, driving very slowly, crossing the river little by little.

Qin Ze and Wang Zijin were trapped at the end of the bridge, looking at each other in dismay: "Let's wait for the convoy to come."

Wang Zijin nodded vigorously: "Call and let them change the truck. The main deficiency of the flat bridge is the supporting truck."

Qin Ze said: "We don't need to worry about this. The person who led the way knew the situation and definitely didn't come here with a truck."

"No, this one wasn't that big yesterday, but it suddenly became difficult today."

On the side, someone explained.

Wang Zijin said, "Then I'll make a call."

There were also many local residents who were also blocked from the road. They were carrying plastic bags with fast food in their hands.

The flood has brought them a lot of trouble, but life has to go on. Compared with the more serious urban areas, this side is considered better.

After the pickup passed, a local man on a motorcycle tried to cross the river through the rushing floodwaters. The metal baskets on both sides of the motorcycle are filled with mineral water and other materials.

"Don't go there, wait for the car to come and take a ride there." The residents around him said to him in dialect.

"I can't leave my car here, I still have to drive there." The motorcycle owner said.

"Then wait for the water to be smaller." The person next to him advised.

"Niang Xipi's water, who knows when it will be small, that's how I came here." The owner said.

With the roar of the engine, the motorcycle rushed into the water, and the two wheels rolled hard, making it a difficult journey.

The motorcycle drove to the center of the bridge, and the turbulent water rolled the gravel and hit the wheels. Then, the wheels suddenly stuck, and the motorcycle that lost power was washed down from the bridge little by little by the flood.

The sudden change made the people on the shore exclaim.

"Get out of the car, be careful."

"I'm going to rush down, don't take the car."

"Come down quickly."

More meaningless shouts and exclamations.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether people get off the car or not, and they will be washed down by the current if they get off the car.

The motorcycle owner put his feet on the ground subconsciously, trying to stabilize the car, but his feet were not the ground, but the raging flood.

The car fell over, and then was washed down the flat bridge, and the people and the car were instantly swallowed by the surging turbid waves.

Wang Zijin screamed, and instinctively grabbed Qin Ze's hand, but she was in vain.